We laid my brother to rest. For years he suffered with mental illness, going from hospital to home, to hospital to group home.
In February I was with him during a two week time period, spending every day at the hospital. While I was at his bedside he began to sing the hymn, Let the Lower Lights be Burning.
Here are the lyrics:
Brightly beams our Father’s mercy from his lighthouse evermore
But to us he gives the keeping of the lights along the shore
Let the lower lights be burning,send a gleam across the wave
Some poor fainting struggling seaman, you may rescue, you may save
Glenn went to a nursing home from the hospital.
Glenn struggled with his situation. At times he was witty with interesting questions. He found enjoyment in music and appreciated good music. The years and medication took their toll on Glenn’s life.
The memory of our day together in May will linger. We took Glenn out from the nursing home. We had a wheelchair for him and wheeled him through a park. The sunshine was bright and the temperature was moderate—a perfect day to enjoy nature. Glenn had his favorite meal, a hamburger and a milkshake.
Days have passed since the funeral and the words to Let the Lower Lights Be Burning keep replaying in my thoughts. We can be the lights along the shore for someone that is struggling in life. I want to be more attentive to the people God places in my path.